If I could not hold a pen 
I would write of you on my heart instead 
You have bought me with your blood 
And I am painted red by your love 

Ooh... Ooh... Ooh... 

If I could not say a word 
My life would speak of love I don't deserve 
Hope means holding on to you 
Grace means you're holding me too 

Ooh... Ooh... Ooh... 
Ooh... Ooh... Ooh...